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When Regina Burns married Blue Hamilton, she knew he was no ordinary man. Regina enjoyed a circle of engaging friends and her own work as communications consultant, but she especially relished the company of her husband, who never ceased to be a source of passion and delight.
Then everything changes. Frightened women are showing up in West End, seeking Blue's protection from lovers who have suddenly become violent. When the worst offenders begin to disappear, the speculation seems to implicate Blue and his long-time associates. Now that Regina is pregnant, her fears for Blue's safety have become an obsession that threatens the heart of their relationship.
Returning to the Atlanta neighborhoods of her last two novels, Pearl Cleage has crafted a warm, witty novel that illuminates the core of every woman's hopes and dreams.
Reviews (4)
Publisher's Weekly Review
At the start of this scorching morality tale from Cleage (Babylon Sisters), Wesley ?Baby Brother? Jamerson, a soldier reluctantly serving in Iraq, is on a five-day emergency leave in Washington, D.C., because his mother has died. But Wes, who ?had made an art form of avoiding responsibility,? has no plans to attend his mother?s funeral. Nor does he intend to return to his unit in Iraq. A failed attempt to visit his older sister, Cassie, to whom he?s shown little gratitude despite all her efforts to help him, leads to a lecture from his judge brother-in-law: ?You youngbloods think the world owes you a living, and for what? You?re mad at your mamas, mad at your daddies, mad at the women foolish enough to have your children. Always crying the blues.? It?s downhill for the self-destructive Wes from there. Cleage manages to end on a note of uplift, but an overly complex plot and a surfeit of underdeveloped supporting characters diminish the impact of this novel of infidelity and greed. (Apr.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Booklist Review
Wesley Baby Brother Jamerson always ends up in unfortunate situations. His false bravado and lack of skills have led him to join the marines. When he returns to Washington, D.C., on a five-day pass to bury his mother, he sets in motion a chain of events that ultimately destroys him. He goes AWOL, refusing to return to fight in Iraq, and meets Zora. Baby Brother follows her to Atlanta only to learn that she cannot help him professionally because he went AWOL. Yet, she feels obligated and contacts the owner of the building she lives in, Blue Hamilton. Before Blue will help Baby Brother, he must agree to follow Blue's rules. Kwame Hargrove is the son of local politician, Precious Hargrove. He is a talented architect with a secret that makes it easy for Baby Brother to blackmail him. When Baby Brother's double-dealings come back to haunt him, everybody has to pay penance, and the reader is engrossed to the end. --Lillian Lewis Copyright 2006 Booklist
Kirkus Review
Cleage returns to the idealized African-American world of Some Things I Never Thought I'd Do (2003), this time combining romance with a noirish criminal melodrama. Former singing star Blue Hamilton has married Regina, the heroine of Some Things. Now expecting her first child, she has begun to worry when Blue goes off for hours on "business." Blue's business is to do whatever it takes to make sure his Atlanta neighborhood of West End remains a little Eden for its black inhabitants. Regina, and readers, must accept that if he sometimes uses deadly means, his cause is righteous. Blue's driver and chief aide is General, his best friend from childhood. General's big secret: He was deeply in love with Blue's mother for 20 years. On her deathbed she promised to send him a sign from the other side. When he sees her birthmark on the back of a local stripper, he has to force himself to begin a relationship with the girl although she feels culturally and ethically challenged. Meanwhile, a young army deserter named Baby Brother moves into the neighborhood and manipulates his way into Blue's good graces. To make some extra money, Baby also hustles Kwame Hargrove, the secretly gay married son of Precious Hargrove, a rising politician with morals to match her ambition. Baby Brother also pursues General's new stripper girlfriend. Then Baby Brother turns up dead in Kwame's loft. A crooked cop who has been trailing Kwame since she stumbled onto his secret life smells blackmail, although she's convinced that Kwame is no murderer. An unconvincing mishmash of violence, spiritual uplift and Hallmark romance. Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
Library Journal Review
Cleage (Babylon Sisters) continues chronicling the lives of the diverse community of Atlanta's West End inhabited by Regina and Blue Hamilton from Some Things I Never Thought I'd Do. As unofficial community leader, Blue takes a vigilante approach toward enforcing peace and safety that creates difficulties in his personal life. Blue's wife, Gina, has doubts about Blue's choice of career and is in continual fear for his safety, especially when Blue and General Richardson, his right-hand man, step in to resolve local problems of domestic violence. The catalyst for the ruination of several West End lives comes in the form of "Baby Brother" Jamerson, small-time thug and army deserter. Various political, social, and economic concerns arise as Cleage juggles story lines that creatively culminate in an eventful conclusion. Cleage is a popular African American and Oprah Book Club author; her latest is recommended for popular fiction collections. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 12/05.]-Joy St. John, Henderson Dist. P.L., NV (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Excerpts
Excerpts
Regina was waiting for Blue. To the untrained eye, she looked like any other attractive, energetic black woman in her midthirties, going about her normal Saturday tasks. She stopped at the drugstore for some mouthwash, bought fifty of the James Baldwin commemorative stamps at the post office, had a long lunch at the Soul Vegetarian restaurant. Adrift in an afternoon of waiting, Regina was looking for something, anything, to distract her from counting the hours as they passed at their usual speed, although she could have sworn they were barely crawling by. It had started last night. As she watched her husband pull on his black cashmere coat and reach for his perfectly blocked homburg, she was suddenly afraid of where he was going and what he might do when he got there. "Blue," she said softly, "I don't think I can do this anymore." Her timing was terrible. He had already uttered the phrase that served as their signal to announce the always surreal moment when her husband left their house, got into a big, black Lincoln with General Richardson, and disappeared into the night. What he did in these moments he did without the sanction of anyone or anything, other than his absolute confidence in the accuracy of his own moral compass and the trust and permission of the people who protected him with their loyalty, their gratitude, and their silence. Her words floated there between them. Blue, his hand already on the doorknob, stopped to look at her standing nervously in the darkened hallway. Even in the low light, she could see his eyes gleaming, blue as a clear mountain stream, fathoms deep and ancient. She shivered. After two years of marriage, the always unexpected color of her husband's otherworldly eyes still surprised her, twinkling like sapphires in his dark brown face. Although he had his mother's high cheekbones and his father's lean, compact physique, Blue was the only one in his family with those eyes. Speculation about where they came from had poisoned his father against his mother, although she was innocent of any infidelity. Many years later, after her aunt Abbie predicted correctly that Regina would come to Atlanta and fall in love with a man "who had the ocean in his eyes," Blue confirmed Abbie's theory that his eyes were a way to be sure that in this lifetime, unlike the last two when they had missed each other by a hair, Regina couldn't walk past him without noticing. This time around, that would have been impossible. At this moment, her husband's blue eyes were dark pools, magical and mysterious, full of questions she had to answer. "Can't do what, baby?" His voice was gentle, but she knew that General was already waiting for Blue out front. This was no time to talk. Regina spread her arms wide, palms up, and looked at him helplessly. "This. You know, this." His eyes softened a little, but he didn't come toward her. She felt time passing, but Blue seemed not to notice. She had never seen him become impatient and he didn't now. Regina, however, was increasingly uncomfortable. The idea startled her. She was never uncomfortable around Blue. How could she be? He knew her thoughts almost before she did. She had even accused him of mind reading once or twice, and he hadn't denied it. But she didn't want him to read her mind tonight. There were some things that deserved a moment all their own. A moment not already weighted down by midnight comings and going, and cars with tinted windows, and drivers who waited out front with the motor running. "Sometimes I worry, that's all." She walked up to him and kissed his cheek softly. He smelled like citrus. He smiled at her, his eyes now the turquoise of the Caribbean Sea on a perfect Jamaica day. He put his arms around her and kissed her so long and slow and deep, she felt her knees tremble. "Don't worry," he said, putting on his hat and opening the door. "Be careful." "Careful as I can." And he was gone. That was when she started waiting, thirty-six hours twenty-eight minutes and thirty-two seconds ago, which was a lot of waiting, even for Regina. Lately, things had been peaceful and she wanted them to stay that way. Before the current calm descended, there had been a year of barely controlled chaos following the disappearance of two of the surrounding neighborhood's worst predators, a pimp who called himself King James, and his half-witted henchman, known appropriately as DooDoo. Their thuggish followers had made several angry incursions into West End, the area that her husband had taken under his protective wing before Regina ever met him, and where they now lived quietly in a beautifully restored Victorian house with a huge vegetable garden out back and roses out front that seemed to bloom all year long. Blue's reaction to these brutal attacks on the peace, which usually involved violence against women and children, was immediate and, she suspected, sometimes fatal. It wasn't something they talked about anymore. What was there to say? Regina had married Blue Hamilton knowing exactly who and what he was. His entrance into her life had been so accurately predicted by her aunt, the self-proclaimed "postmenopausal visionary adviser," that when he walked out of the bright blue front door of one of the many apartment buildings he owned in West End, she recognized him with a jolt of physical desire and emotional memory that made her blush like a schoolgirl. Later, as they got to know each other, he had told her in all seriousness about what he perceived as his failure in a past life to lead his people when he was their emperor. If that wasn't enough for her to consider, he movingly described her role in the women's resistance to his regime's corruption. His words triggered a flood of her own blood memories and made her know that he was telling the truth. Blue's acceptance of the responsibility the neighborhood had informally conferred upon him a decade ago as their de facto godfather grew as much out of his desire to atone for his empire's past-life crimes against women as it did out of his need to provide the leadership and focus West End required. Like most African American urban neighborhoods, the community's biggest challenges were youthful predators, middle-aged desperadoes, wannabe gangsters of all ages, and domestic bullies who preyed upon the women and children trying desperately to love them. In response to these ever-present threats, what Blue promised was that in the twenty-odd square blocks under his control, women would be safe, men would be sane, and children would act like they had some sense. It was a peaceful oasis in a sea of neighborhoods plagued by guns and crack, desperation and despair. Part of what Regina loved and respected about Blue was his willingness to provide protection for ordinary black folks who only wanted to go to work when they could find it, raise their children once they had them, pay their bills as close to on time as possible, and grow old in peace in the little houses they had paid for in exchange for all the hard work that defined their lives. The only problem arose when Regina took a good long look at exactly how Blue was able to do all that. How was one man--even one as smart and strong and charismatic as her husband--able to keep the streets so peaceful that women walked unescorted and unafraid to the twenty-four-hour beauty shop and there hadn't been a rape in ten years? It was a legiti-mate question, and Regina was a smart woman. She knew the answer. In the interest of her own peace of mind, she tried not to think about it too specifically. She didn't ask Blue any questions to which she didn't really want answers, and he didn't volunteer information that might be more than a loving wife needed to know about her loving husband in the general ebb and flow of their everyday lives. Blue's other role was something separate and they both knew it. To minimize the strangeness of the transi- tion moments, they had developed a kind of verbal shorthand. When he stepped into his other role, he would simply say he had "business to at- tend to," a phrase he never used any other time. She would tell him to be careful. "Careful as I can," he would always say. "Careful as I can." Sometimes his business took only a few hours. Other times he was gone overnight, and once or twice longer. Those were the worst times. Those endless hours gave her too much time to imagine that he had come to harm. She closed her eyes, banishing the thought, suddenly panicked at sending out such negative energy into the universe that something evil might turn in her husband's direction. Regina took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She watched a movie on television, perused a magazine or two, flipped through the pages of a new novel she had been curious about. Finally, around hour forty-two, she went upstairs and pulled her favorite rocking chair up to the bedroom window. It was September and the nights were just starting to cool off from an August that had alternated between one-hundred-degree sunshine and monsoon-force rains that overwhelmed the city's aging infrastructure and made many of Atlanta's thoroughfares fast-flowing rivers of rainwater and big-city rubbish. Tonight, there was no rain in sight and none predicted. Just the barest suggestion of a chill. Regina wrapped her gray shawl around her shoulders and decided to stop pretending she wasn't waiting for Blue. There was no reason to pretend anything. There wasn't even anyone around to pretend to, unless she counted the baby. The baby. She loved the sound of the words in her head, even though she had yet to speak them out loud. Her doctor had confirmed what her home pregnancy test had told her. She was ecstatic, but before she could tell Blue, he had said he had "business to attend to," and all bets were off. She was going to have her husband's child and he didn't even know it yet. Too busy saving the world to hear the big news! Regina tried to work up some indignation, but she couldn't. Blue wasn't off somewhere "saving the world." He was securing this one small spot on the map for his wife, and soon, for his child. He was doing what a man was supposed to do if he was really a man, and if he was anything at all, her husband was one hundred percent man. If she had anything to say about it, this baby would grow up proud to call Blue Hamilton Daddy. "Don't worry, baby," Regina whispered, wrapping her arms around her body and rocking the chair slowly. "Daddy's on his way home right now. I can almost feel it, can't you?" Outside in the street, an old man and woman strolled by, arm in arm, laughing and talking easily, their strides in perfect sync like they had been walking together for more years than they had walked apart. Regina watched them unobserved from the darkened window, and as she did, the man stopped suddenly, leaned over, and kissed the woman right in the middle of whatever story she was telling. "You're crazy!" Regina heard the woman say, and the man beside her didn't deny it. "If I'm crazy for kissin' my own wife, then send my black ass to the asylum and I won't even be mad!" The woman shushed him gently, laughing. Regina smiled to herself as they continued down the street and out of sight. She was happy that they still made each other laugh and that they lived in a place where they could take that laughter out for an evening stroll unmolested. They could walk at midnight if they wanted to and be as safe as if it was high noon. Six blocks away that would be impossible. The presence of predators was too real and too dangerous. But in West End, there was still time and space for lovers, and Regina knew who they had to thank for that. She pulled her shawl a little tighter around her body. "Don't worry, baby," she whispered again. "Daddy's on his way." Excerpted from Baby Brother's Blues by Pearl Cleage All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.